I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly armd,Rise from the ground like featherd Mercury,And vaulted with such ease into his seatAs if an angel droppd down from the clouds,To turn and wind a fiery PegasusAnd witch the world with noble horsemanship.

A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I ll not march through Coventry with them, that s flat: nay, and the